bourbonandmint:

“Cusa. Ed caasc lispancusa, mesedat eh avvaldejahacc.”

Of course she would run down anything else available, but to do it as bold as brass where any of the neighboring stalls could hear her? Gutsy. Or stupid. And her choice of weapon to toy with didn’t really give him much in the way of a clue which was more likely.

“Gloves,” he offered in way of an answer. He held up his, fraying a bit at the seams but honestly not likely to give up any time soon. No slots in them and materia didn’t react quite the same here as elsewhere, which meant, “I could use some plating. Leave a mark, so to speak.”

  Her eyebrow raised and her theme park persona dropped as soon as the first words left his mouth. He’s not one of hers, his hair and eyes are the wrong colour – not that that meant much, but something about him was out of place all the same. And yet, here he was, spouting her language like he was raised back Home.

  “Nice.” she replied, approvingly, still a little surprised, though. She started inside, speaking over her shoulder. “Come in, come in, let’s see what we can sort out for ya. I got a client, little blonde thing she is, likes her gloves clawed. Is that of any interest?”